What keen insight this little girl had!
Senior Engineer secretly praised her, gently rubbing her wonderfully soft little head without saying a word.
This was a fine opportunity. The Star Sea had appeared, tens of billions of Alfarans had appeared, and even the mastermind behind the Three Insect Disaster had emerged.
If he were a Miltan, he would definitely make his move now. This was a perfect chance to wipe them all out in one stroke.
He did not believe the Miltans had done nothing during this period.
A level-two civilization capable of assisting the evolution of civilizations had simply vanished. There was no way they would let the matter rest.
It was just that he still did not know what means they would use to strike back.
Almost all of the Miltan higher-ups had arrived in the Supreme Council Hall.
Even Old Pu, the former leader of the civilization, had been invited.
Old Pu swept his gaze over the ten consortium leaders in the front row, then sat impassively in his own chair, far from the circle around the center.
He knew the time had come to use that "relic."
Generally speaking, unless it was a centralized or even totalitarian civilization, the consensus of civilization was extremely important. This consensus encompassed everything from the shadow government and values at the most basic level to species selection, the direction of technological-tree evolution, and ideological trends.
In short, there had to be consensus.
Only with consensus could a civilization advance, undergo thorough transformation, and consolidate the evolutionary power of its entire civilization.
In fact, throughout the universe, only one percent of civilizations could ascend, while ten percent could touch the threshold of ascension. The remaining ninety percent would, for various reasons, suffer the disintegration of their governments, the collapse